with sunlight in her hair

"I... before you leave, there is something I should tell you," Joanna bit her lip as she looked up at him, wondering what his reaction was going to be. She had found out the other day, and had been wondering how best to break the news to him, but it was now clear he had to know before he went. "Rhae, I'm pregnant."

Rhaegal gave Joanna’s shoulders a gentle squeeze before letting go. He stood up to start getting ready for the road ahead. Joanna was hesitant about something. ‘’What is it?’’ he asked her. Rhaegal watched Joanna close, trying to work out her features.

‘’Oh,’’ Rhaegal stood still when Joanna finally revealed what was on her mind. ‘’Ohh,’’ he said again. This was changing a lot of things. It was to be expected of course but at the same time, the news were absolutely unexpected. Rhaegal let another moment pass before finally being able to move. ‘’Joanna,’’ he breathed out as he knelt down in front of her. ‘’That is wonderful news,’’ said Rhaegal softly before taking both of her hands into his and placing gentle kisses on her knuckles. ‘’How can I leave you now?’’ Rhaegal lifted his eyes to her, offering a sad smile.

It warmed her heart to feel his hands holding hers, his kisses, the affection with which they were given. Joanna leaned down to draw her husband up into a hug.

She was not quite sure what to say in response to his question. Of course she wanted him here, but she hadn't known to what extent this would change things... "The doctor said the baby will probably not come for another six moons. If you would be back by then, I understand if you need to go. Of course I don't *want* you to leave, certainly not if you would miss the birth, but..." She also didn't want to hold Rhaegal back if it was very important. It was difficult to strike the balance between that, and also making it clear that he was wanted here.

She enjoyed the press of his lips against hers, responding to his passion and becoming breathless with it very quickly. As soon as Joanna felt Criston's hands on her arse she whined- she wanted him, she wanted his touch, everywhere...

Normally even the suggestion of him being executed would have her frowning and unhappy, but then came Criston's words about this being their last chance... that was exciting, and had her heart racing.

Amethyst eyes refuse to leave hers as she finally takes him into her, but the pleasure forces them to flutter closed for but a moment, a groan leaving him.

As she moves atop him, he aches to touch her, but he also wishes her to have entire control over him. So, instead, he allows himself the pleasure of watching the way her bare frame moves as she drives him ever closer to the edge.

And he is just about to reach it when he hears footsteps approaching the door. Daemon has always had fast reflexes so, before either of them can even realise what is happening, he has lifted her from him and covered her with the silk sheets and tossed one of the many furs from Joanna’s bed onto the discarded pile of Kingsguard armour on the floor.

“Close your eyes…” he whispers before he darts behind one of the heavy drapes that cover the window, silently praying no one happens to look up to her room in that moment to be greeted with his bare arse behind the glass.

The door opens a moment later. Daemon does not see who it is, but the visitor is evidently satisfied that Joanna is sleeping and leaves just as quickly as they’d arrived. He remains in his hiding place for several moments more before slowly peeking out at his lover, a smirk upon his lips as he saunters back towards the bed. Throwing the sheets back, he crawls atop her, kissing her heatedly as he slips back inside her.

Joanna enjoyed seeing the pleasure on his face and hearing it in his groan. She began to ride him harder, becoming so lost in the sensation that she didn't notice the sound in the hallway. Not Criston though, a soldier, always on guard. She felt herself lifted from him and covered in silks- they were soft, but cold compared to her knight's skin which she would rather feel against hers. Her pussy empty, wet, and aching for more, she did as he told her. She closed her eyes, staying still and trying to keep her breath as calm as possible, though her pulse was still racing.

It was probably one of the queen's maids sent to look in on her, to see if the rumours about what her niece's nighttime activities were true. But thankfully she left quickly, and hopefully it was too dark for her to have spotted Joanna's wild hair, swollen lips and the tell tale marks on her neck. With any luck, she would be taking back a report that nothing was amiss.

Joanna lifted her head and grinned at Criston as he emerged from behind the curtains, watching hungrily as his bare form approached her again. "That was close-" she whispered. Perhaps she should have been more scared or worried... The consequences of them being found together could be severe, for him as well as for her. But instead the prominent feeling was exhilaration- the thrill of being together when they shouldn't be, of needing each other so badly that they wouldn't let this interuption stop them, instead resuming their coupling straight away... Her legs spread wide the instant his weight came back into her bed- it felt good to have him over her again, his lips on hers, warm and passionate. And then she felt him fill her once more, and she moaned into his mouth. The sound of wet lips, sweaty bodies moving together filled the room once more.

Her request makes him smirk. The man from whom he had taken his pseudonym would never have experienced the pleasure of a woman begging for his touch…fool that he had been. Even now, Daemon resents him, but bearing his name only serves to fuel his determination to take back what was stolen from him. Determination that had wavered from the moment he had first looked upon the woman beneath him.

He fills her within a few thrusts, grunting as the pleasure overcomes him. At first, he had been hesitant to spill his seed within her, but he had decided that he likely was no longer potent after his age. And so far, he had not gotten her with child…

The sound and the feeling of her knight climaxing inside her was a familiar one now, but no less pleasurable for it. Moon tea had been sufficient so far to stop her becoming with child, though she had wondered what it would be like if she just… didn’t take precautions. If she let his seed grow in her. What would they do? Leave for somewhere far away, she supposed. Perhaps that would have been the best route forward, the one most conducive to their happiness. Though Criston would have to want it too, of course. 

Her pleasure was building again following the interruption, and that was only furthered by the way he travelled down her body. The feeling of his tongue on her skin was so thrilling it was difficult not to squirm. Joanna’s back arched, and she began to let herself relax into the feeling, her mouth falling open, moans issuing freely, her eyes shutting.

It had been a while since Tyrion and his daughter had graced the halls of the Red Keep. It was safe to say that Cersei had been the main reasoning for that. But Jamie had important news for the Lord and Lady of Casterly Rock so he sent a raven asking them to come.

Cersei and Myrcella were making plans for her betrothal to Robin Arryn and Harry the heir for added insurance due to Robins' health at Dragonstone and Tommen was staying home much to his displeasure. Jamie had plans for his children and now he needed to focus on his family.

"Write to Lord Stark, ask him about a betrothal to the Prince." Jamie dictated to his Maester. "And Lord Stannis about Lady Shireen to Tommen"

It had been a long and rather wearying journey, but thankfully she had a great love for her horse and for riding. They did have a wheelhouse with them, but she preferred not to use it unless she was very tired or it was raining.

"Uncle!" Joanna gave a wide smile in return, and went up to kiss his cheek. Really, she ought to have curtseyed and called him, "Your Grace" or "my king," but she knew Jaime wouldn't mind, which was a lot more important than any grumbles from lords and ladies of the court about formality.

"Not especially!" Joanna replied in response to what her uncle said about the weather. "The first week was pleasant enough, but for much of the journey the rain and storms have been abominable." Thankfully not today though, so she had not arrived looking wet and dishevelled.

The manacles were black iron, thick and heavy, each weighing a good two pounds, if the dwarf was any judge. The chains added even more weight. "I must be more fearsome than I knew," Tyrion confessed as the last links were hammered closed. Each blow sent a shock up his arm almost to the shoulder. "Or were you afraid that I would dash away on these stunted little legs of mine?"

“He was,” Joanna agreed- the maester wasn’t dead, but she hadn’t seen him for a long time.

She stepped up to the side of the dragon and nodded with a smile, “Well, I know how to do that well enough!” Joanna put both her hands on Caraxes’s side, preparing to follow Daemon’s guidance and try to mount the same way she would with a horse. She lifted one leg up, pushing off from the other one and keeping a firm grip on the warm scales beneath her hands.

She enjoyed the press of his lips against hers, responding to his passion and becoming breathless with it very quickly. As soon as Joanna felt Criston's hands on her arse she whined- she wanted him, she wanted his touch, everywhere...

Normally even the suggestion of him being executed would have her frowning and unhappy, but then came Criston's words about this being their last chance... that was exciting, and had her heart racing.

Amethyst eyes refuse to leave hers as she finally takes him into her, but the pleasure forces them to flutter closed for but a moment, a groan leaving him.

As she moves atop him, he aches to touch her, but he also wishes her to have entire control over him. So, instead, he allows himself the pleasure of watching the way her bare frame moves as she drives him ever closer to the edge.

And he is just about to reach it when he hears footsteps approaching the door. Daemon has always had fast reflexes so, before either of them can even realise what is happening, he has lifted her from him and covered her with the silk sheets and tossed one of the many furs from Joanna’s bed onto the discarded pile of Kingsguard armour on the floor.

“Close your eyes…” he whispers before he darts behind one of the heavy drapes that cover the window, silently praying no one happens to look up to her room in that moment to be greeted with his bare arse behind the glass.

The door opens a moment later. Daemon does not see who it is, but the visitor is evidently satisfied that Joanna is sleeping and leaves just as quickly as they’d arrived. He remains in his hiding place for several moments more before slowly peeking out at his lover, a smirk upon his lips as he saunters back towards the bed. Throwing the sheets back, he crawls atop her, kissing her heatedly as he slips back inside her.

Joanna enjoyed seeing the pleasure on his face and hearing it in his groan. She began to ride him harder, becoming so lost in the sensation that she didn't notice the sound in the hallway. Not Criston though, a soldier, always on guard. She felt herself lifted from him and covered in silks- they were soft, but cold compared to her knight's skin which she would rather feel against hers. Her pussy empty, wet, and aching for more, she did as he told her. She closed her eyes, staying still and trying to keep her breath as calm as possible, though her pulse was still racing.

It was probably one of the queen's maids sent to look in on her, to see if the rumours about what her niece's nighttime activities were true. But thankfully she left quickly, and hopefully it was too dark for her to have spotted Joanna's wild hair, swollen lips and the tell tale marks on her neck. With any luck, she would be taking back a report that nothing was amiss.

Joanna lifted her head and grinned at Criston as he emerged from behind the curtains, watching hungrily as his bare form approached her again. "That was close-" she whispered. Perhaps she should have been more scared or worried... The consequences of them being found together could be severe, for him as well as for her. But instead the prominent feeling was exhilaration- the thrill of being together when they shouldn't be, of needing each other so badly that they wouldn't let this interuption stop them, instead resuming their coupling straight away... Her legs spread wide the instant his weight came back into her bed- it felt good to have him over her again, his lips on hers, warm and passionate. And then she felt him fill her once more, and she moaned into his mouth. The sound of wet lips, sweaty bodies moving together filled the room once more.

Tyrion Lannister

When it came to Jon, Viserys knew deep down a rash choice could end up hurting his family even more. "I want my brothers child...my only nephew close, but...He's more Stark then Targaryen. Rhaegar tried to make it work with Eddard Stark but it never seemed...amibicle. Like there was a wall between them and maybe it's for the best. Perhaps I'll write to Eddard and see how Jon would feel about spending even half the year here if he would like to" Viserys decides out loud as he runs his hand over his wifes hand as he picks up his daughter with the other.

Lilac eyes went wide as he heard his wife speak of her father and having him be the one to put an end to Tywin Lannisters life. He didn't speak for a moment, unsure if that would be wise but what other option would there be save for a faceless man. But when matters turned to their children, Viserys could only smile at the beautiful and innocent lives that he and Joanna had created. "Tysha Visenya Targaryen, Lady of Casterly Rock. She aleady has lions blood, I am King and can decree as such, our daughter shall be Lady of the Rock after your father passes" Viserys knew of his wife's ambitions, though they were few in number, her home and tittle held close to her heart and mind close.

"If she chooses the Martyn boy then so be it. If the rest of the land tells her she needs the Lannister name, she shall have that as well. Princess Tysha Visenya Targaryen-Lannister. Lady of Casterly Rock." He laughs at his wifes suggestion of her father having a son "You would want our daughter to marry your half-brother, her uncle? It's a very Targaryen thing to suggest my dear" He chuckles, realived he can still laugh and it's getting easier, though he knows when he wakes tomorrow the pain will be back. The grief will be back ten times more.

Joanna could see he was surprised by her idea, and understandably- she was not normally one to suggest kinslaying as a solution after all. And it might be that it was a mistake... But it didn't need to be decided on straight away, in any case, there was time for consideration of the different options. At her husband's words she smiled, and kissed first his cheek, then their daughter's. It was something she loved imagining for her, such an inheritance, having the best there was. It was what she deserved. And that someone named for her mother, a commoner, would rule the richest seat in the Seven Kingdoms... It was brilliant. "Thank you, love," she said softly to Viserys, before chuckling. "Oh, no, I meant that if Father has a son, Casterly Rock will go to him, not that he will marry Tysha! And that would be fine."

She wouldn't begrudge him that- she would love this hypothetical little brother, near as much as her daughter, and would be pleased to see him rise high in the world. And Tysha Visenya was a princess, she would have other opportunities, other lands she might become lady or queen of one day, whereas a potential son of Tyrion's would likely only have one seat that might become his.

Joanna nodded. "If you're sure- I don't think taking your time will appear weak, so if it's too much too soon, you don't have to rush yourself. But if you're ready to go ahead with it, it's up to you of course." It was astonishing, really, to hear that the late queen had made a comment like that about her. Had seen her as being that... special, and noble. She had no Valyrian blood whatsoever, she was common as muck on one side in fact. It also reminded Joanna though, of how she'd always suspected Rhaella saw a lot of the elder Joanna in her. She wondered if it would have pleased her to see someone who reminded her of her old friend be her successor, or whether what happened with her grandmother and Aerys would make that uncomfortable.

"It will be a true honour to wear it." She didn't know if she was worthy of all this, whether she'd be able to live up to queenship, but she would do her best, and clearly they were both in a similar boat... They would have to muddle their way through together. "You'll be wonderful. Viserys... to me you've never been the spare, or second in line. You've always been first in my heart, always a king to me. I understand why you're nervous, I expect all good kings are going into the job. But... remember what matters, think of your people first, and surround yourself with wise counsellors... and you can do it. I know you can."